BAD - Obviously, the baby is dead. That's bad. - I need to lose 10 lbs. Make that 20. Why not. - I'm sore. - Having to explain to a 4-year-old more than once a day that even though the baby "came out" does not mean that she can see him. Ever. - All the sad looks I get. - Listening to people rattle off all the cliches they can think of. - Having to leave church because I cannot stand being there. - I tend to roll my eyes and be completely annoyed with other people's "problems." - I have an increased hate for people who do not take care of their kids. If you can't take care of yourself get sterilized please. Or I'll eventually end up caring for your starving, worm/lice ridden, poop smearing children and that's just a bad situation for everyone. GOOD - I've lost 10 lbs. - My butt is going to shrink. I hope. - I have another reason to be looking forward to Heaven. Actually, 4 reasons. Maybe I should have put this in the bad section. - I'm not completely starving all the time. - My hands aren't swollen anymore, which goes along with... - My blood pressure is normal. - My headaches are gone. - I have an immune system. My cold is finally gone. - I did not want to find out if I could handle 5 kids. - I am more compassionate. - I'm much less quick to judge. - Maybe I'll get my brain back now? - No more diapers once Nick is through. - I'm strong. I can get through anything life throws at me. - I'm a better wife, mom, person. - I know what to say to people in similar situations. Or maybe more importantly, what not to say. - I still have my faith. - I can sleep on my belly and not feel like I'm on top of a ball. - I won't gain more weight.